I am a murderer of my own seed

I wanted to be a mother

Without knowing that

things could get tougher 

I’m sorry my child

I know that I’m a killer,

a murderer of my own seed

I know I am dream ender,

a dream ender of my own blood

What kind of monster I am?

Honestly, I had a chance

I had a choice

I could have raised my voice

But I remain discreet

How will I walk in the street,

knowing that I am a murder

of innocent soul?

My child,

I could have accepted birth

instead of choosing death

I sent you to an early grave

I’m sorry my child!